So I'm pretty much just going to post these as they come out, which at this point seems to be around one a day, but it could take up to two days because the chapters are becoming kind of long so it might take longer. And once school starts up again it'll be like maybe once or twice a week. Depends how heavy my work load becomes then.

But off from that, Thanks to Cara, who was my first and only review, So I would like to amend that if at all possible to at least five, they make me write faster…

Also to Princess Patterson who was the first person to add it to story alert :D

Thank you both very, very much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or pretty much anything in this story, or are even closely related to it.

Now on with it.

Chapter Two

"Why would you guys do that?" Ron whispered harshly as they walked out of the Great Hall. "Especially after what they did to you Hermione."

Harry could hear the loathing in his voice as he said it.

"Ron," She said and stopped walking to turn to him. "The Malfoy's didn't do that."

"They didn't stop it either." He said angrily.

"Ron, I've made my peace with the Malfoy's," She put her hand on his cheek. "And if it weren't for them, Harry wouldn't be alive."

"Yes alive and very much here." Harry mumbled quietly but turned to go before they could say anything in response.

Hermione laughed awkwardly and removed her hand from Ron's face before starting to turn away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him so they were standing nose to nose.

"Hey…" She whispered.

"Hi." He breathed and looked down to wrap his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry that, I yelled at you…over there. Thinking about what happened at the Malfoy's…" He shook his head because he couldn't finish the sentence.

"I'm right here," She said quietly and put her hand back on his cheek.

He leaned into her hand and she could feel his hands rubbing her sides.

Ron leaned forward, his bottom lip nearly touching hers.

"Ron, Hermione! I—"

Hermione pushed him away and he slammed into a wall. She winced as he hit the wall. "Sorry."

"Mum…" Ron said looking at her quietly.

Hermione turned red and refused to look at her.

"I brought you some clothes to change into, and Kingsley would like to see in the Headmistress' office." Mrs. Weasley said quietly. "I believe it would be best if you could change first."

She gave Hermione the clothes who still refused to look at her and walked away.

Hermione handed Ron his clothes and she walked away.

Ron sighed and slammed his head back into the wall.

Harry threw on the shirt that Mrs. Weasley had given him in the hallway and wasn't pleasantly surprised that it smelled good.

He had forgotten that clothes were supposed to smell good. Not that Hermione hadn't done the best she could to wash them but it wasn't anything like when Mrs. Weasley could do.

He hadn't even bothered to go to the common room to change instead opting to just go for a bathroom. He wasn't really in the mood to go to the common room, plus who knew if he would even be allowed in without the password.

After throwing on his trousers he walked outside and slammed into someone. "Sorry." He mumbled and caught the person around the waist and even before the flash of red hair he knew who it was.

"Ginny." He said and looked at her and she smiled at him.

"You shaved your face." She said quietly.

He nodded and let go of her waist to rub his face. "Figured it was time."

She nodded and then threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

He sighed in relief and hugged her back, inhaling her flowery scent. He had had forgotten her smell while he was gone, he had also forgotten how he liked being this close to her.

Suddenly he could hear her crying quietly and felt her tears on his shoulder.

"Why are you crying?" He asked quietly.

She pulled back and looked at him. "I was so scared when I saw you there on the floor. I thought you were…" She choked back a sob and then hit him on the arm.

"Ow." He said and rubbed his arm. "What was that for?"

"For making me think you were dead!" She crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't know what I would've done had you really been dead."

Harry stared at her for a few seconds and practically leaped forward to kiss her.

He was afraid that she was going to push him away but instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and urged him on.

She pulled back with a smile matching his own. "Sorry." He laughed.

"It's ok." She mumbled and pulled him back for another kiss.

Ginny grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled him back until they were leaning against a wall with his hands on the wall around her.

He pulled away and noticed that they were alone. He growled as he remembered he had to go talk with Kingsley.

"Ginny…" He groaned. "I have to go."

"Oh." She said disappointedly.

"No!" He amended quickly. "I don't want to go. I really don't want to go. But I'm supposed to be meeting Kingsley right now."

"Oh." She said quietly.

"But I really want to talk to you…there are some things I need to tell you." He said hoping that she would understand.

She nodded. She looked nervous.

"Don't worry, they're good." He said.

She nodded. "I'll wait for you in the common room."

He pressed his lips to hers chastely, or that's what he had intended, but she put his hand on the back of his head and the kiss was quickly becoming their best only in second to the kiss in her bedroom.

"Ginny…" He moaned but still left his lips partly on hers. "You're really making me not want to go."

"Good." She mumbled quietly.

He wondered if he was supposed to hear that since he barely heard it.

She let go of him and he slowly walked to the gargoyle before he changed his mind. There was still no password to get into the office and he wondered when Professor McGonagall would put in a new password.

Harry was the last one to arrive to the office. Ron and Hermione were sitting on chairs next to each other but neither of them were looking at each other. They were purposely avoiding each other.

"Sorry I'm late." He mumbled. He sat down next to Ron and Kingsley and Professor McGonagall were sitting as well.

"Harry," Kingsley started. "I believe it would be smart if you were to tell me everything that happened while you were hiding. I wouldn't ask but it seems as if you created quite a few disturbances while you were away and the Goblins are already asking for you to pay for the damages to Gringotts, and other people are beginning to say that some of the damage caused by Death Eaters was caused by you three. And there was this, this morning."

He pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet. He didn't show them the article but the headline.

Golden Trio Under Charge for Mayhem and Destruction by Rita Skeeter

"That stupid cow." Hermione muttered under her breath.

Ron reached over as if to pat her hand but retracted it before she noticed.

"Now I have been able to get the Goblins to stand down for a while but they are demanding some kind of retribution. Also while we are speaking of the bank, before I forget, with Rodolphus Lestrange being put in Azkaban for life, technically, the Lestrange family has died out and the only other family connected would be the Black family…"

Harry had an inkling he knew where this was going. "I don't want it."

"Harry…" Kingsley said. "The Lestrange's were well off, they have—"

"Wait, what about Andromeda?" Harry asked. "She's Bellatrix's sister."

"Yes well, she denied the money too."

Harry nodded. He would expect nothing less. "And the Malfoy's?"

"It was ill advised if they were to take money from the Lestrange's due to their history."

"Well, I don't want it. Better yet give it to the Goblin's that can be there retribution." Harry huffed angrily. The last thing he wanted was money from the family that had killed his Godfather and attempted to kill his girlfriend…if that's what she was.

Kingsley sighed. "If you insist."

"I do." Harry said.

"Well, I guess that would take care of two problems. Now I would understand if you don't want to tell the story but we need to make sure that you three aren't going to get in trouble for anything else."

Harry sighed and looked at Ron and Hermione. They both shrugged at him.

"Might as well." Hermione said.

Ron nodded.

Harry sighed and told Kingsley and Professor McGonagall everything after they left the burrow. Making sure to leave out the part when Ron left, and his talk with Dumbledore, and Luna's father trying to get them captured and filling in the parts that he learned such as how Snape was the one to give them the Gryffindor sword.

Kingsley never stopped and simply listened to the whole story without interruption. "Well, it seems that Gringotts was your only problem, breaking into the Ministry might create a slight controversy but it shouldn't be that much of a problem, considering most of them were Death Eaters at the time."

Harry nodded. "Speaking of, did you get all of the Death Eaters?"

"Unfortunately no. Only Lestrange, Dolohov and Yaxley. The Carrows apparated immediately, and Fenrir ran as well as Rookwood, and Umbridge disappeared from the Ministry as soon as she had heard what had happened. Everyone else that we could convict as Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban, and a few of them were already dead when we found them. "

"I believe that is enough talk of that for tonight, Minister." Professor McGonagall said. "I actually had some questions of my own, if you don't mind."

The three nodded.

"What were you three planning on doing next year? I would be more than honored to have you back."

They stayed quiet for a moment and Harry looked around the office for a moment, particularly at Dumbledore's portrait. All of the headmasters were sleeping and he now realized that in telling the story they had stayed there for half the day and into the night.

He briefly wondered if Ginny was still waiting for him. He decided he would worry about it later.

Then he started to think about Hogwarts. It had been his home to him for so long and he would give anything to go back to the times when everything was good and Sirius, Lupin, Fred, and Dumbledore were still alive; to be able to kiss Ginny without complications, and many other things.

But it was too late for those things. The time for those things had come and past. And he knew it was time for him to move on.

"I can't come back Prof—Minerva. If I do…I don't think I'll ever be able to leave." He said quietly.

"Potter, I know you had hopes of being an auror, you'd need at least another year of schooling." She said. "You too Weasley, I know you're not going to come back without them. But in order for that you'd need another year of school before at least three more years of training."

"Minerva," Kingsley said. "I think these two have had more training in the past year than aurors get in three years of training, and more experience in their whole lives than in any one aurors career. Especially now with the war being over, I admit the next few months will be rough to get through but years of war are followed by peace."

She sighed. "Very well, I suppose."

"Kinsley," Harry said. "No disrespect but I'm just not ready to go back to this. I just spent seventeen years of my life fighting this, I'm tired of fighting, I just want to spend some time…being me. To be honest, I can't even remember the last time I took a shower, jumping head first into this is not something I really want to be doing."

"We were very aware of your shower situation Potter, and I was hoping you would say that." Professor McGonagall said.

"Also," Ron said. "I can't just leave now, my parents they would never…I need some time with my family, I'm very grateful for what you're offering but I can't leave them now."

Kingsley nodded. "Of course, it would be selfish of me to ask, the offer still stands though."

"Ms. Granger," Professor McGonagall said. "You've been awfully quiet."

Hermione nodded and looked at her hands. "I've been thinking."

Harry looked at Hermione.

"I think…I want to come back to school next term." She said.

"Hermione." Ron said quietly.

"I don't know what I want to do yet, and I still need time to figure it out and education is important to me. I would like to come back and finish my last year." She said to Professor McGonagall.

"Very well, I would be very glad to have you." She smiled quietly. "And now you've made my choice of deciding Head Girl much simpler."

She blushed and looked down.

"Well, it's late; I have many things to do. I will see you all tomorrow." Kingsley said and stood up and left.

Professor McGonagall looked at them with a sigh.

Harry noticed that she had tears in her eyes. "When I look at you three, I still see those idiotic children who were trying to fight a troll." She shook her head as if to convince herself that they were no longer children.

She stood up and walked over to them. "I'm very proud of all of you." She turned around and looked out the window and Harry had the distinct feeling that the tears were spilling.

"Very much so."

Harry looked up to see that Dumbledore's painting had woken up. "You three have exceeded all my hopes and I could never ask for any better wizards."

"You three should head off to bed, tomorrows going to be a long day. You can sleep in your old rooms." She was still facing out the window. "The password is Victory." She chuckled quietly.

As they walked out they could distinctly hear Dumbledore's painting comforting her.

"I can't believe you're coming back Hermione." Ron said. "And without us."

"Believe it or not Ron, I can do things alone without the two of you." She snapped.

"Uh oh." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Oh, shut up." She said to him. "I'm so tired of both of you thinking I can't do anything alone. I am perfectly capable of being alone; I did it for ten years before we met!" Her voice echoed around the empty hallways.

"Hermione—" Harry started.

"I'm not in the mood, Harry!" She screamed and Harry noticed the tears coming down her eyes. "I really would like to get to bed now, so if either think that I can handle getting to my room all on my own, good night!" She stomped away from them towards the Gryffindor tower.

"I believe," Harry said when she was out of ear shot. "She was a bit put off, and perhaps misdirecting some of her feelings onto us."

Ron scratched his head. "Seems like it."

"What happened to you two?" Harry asked when they began walking again. "Yesterday, you were all over each other and today you could barely even look at each other."

"We had a little, well I'm not sure what you would call it but…after you left us alone this afternoon, we sort of got close and were about to…"

"Snog the hell out of each other?" Harry asked with a laugh. It was nice to be able to make jokes again.

"In a sense we were and my mum showed up to give us our clothes."

Harry sniggered. "She—" He couldn't continue because he started laughing.

"It's not funny!" Ron said. "I mean Hermione pushed me back and I slammed into a wall, and it hurt!"

Harry continued laughing.

"You're an arse." He hit Harry on the shoulder and waited until Harry stopped. "It's just, it's a bit awkward now, I mean, that kiss was amazing—"

"A little too much information, Ron."

"Sorry, but I mean now that the possibility that we're going to die at any moment has disappeared, all I can do is think! And when I think my mind starts to race, and I get all nervous. I mean Hermione is amazing—"

"Again with that word."

"I mean to be honest now that I think about it, I can't really imagine life without her. And when Bellatrix was…well I thought I was going to die if anything happened to her, I mean…Harry, I think I'm in love with her."

"Took you long enough." Harry said stopping as they reached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"I agree." She said.

"Oh shut up. You're just a painting." Ron said.

"And even I could see you two were in love with each other." She said.

"Well—"

"Ron, she still needs to let us in remember? And look okay, just stop thinking. I mean it never seemed to be a problem before."

His brow furrowed. "I believe you just insulted me."

"No, I didn't." Harry said quietly. "Oh…um I suppose that I should…"

"Should what?" Ron asked.

"Well, I mean Hermione is like my sister, closer than that if possible and if you…" Harry scratched his head. "Ever hurt her, I'll…uh…hurt you?"

"That really didn't sound so threatening." Ron said.

"Yeah well you get the picture, and I just defeated the darkest wizard of all time, I think that's threatening enough, wouldn't you?"

Ron shrugged. "Victory."

The portrait sung open and they both went inside the common room. Ginny was asleep on the sofa, still waiting for Harry. "I um…I'm going to stay."

"Right, uh and you know…what we just outside…yeah well same goes to you." He coughed and then walked up to the room.

Harry couldn't force himself to wake her up so he simply threw a blanket over her and clambered into the chair next to her before falling asleep.

Ok so what'd you guys think? To be honest I'm not too sure how Ginny's looking I'm starting to think she's a little OOC. What do you think? Is she? And about Hermione too?

And uh, in case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to incorporate the fact that Professor McGonagall is like the grandmother that Harry never heard, and she's slightly emotional.

Well how was the tiny bit of couples time? And Harry and Ginny's talk will be in the next chapter, it was going to be in this one but it got really long. So what do you think is going to happen during the talk?

And please review and tell me what you think :D